[She stops, terrified at the sight of the throng.]
CATILINE. [Painfully.] Aurelia,—oh, Aurelia!
AURELIA. What is the trouble? All this stir in camp— What is on foot here?
CATILINE. You I could forget! What will your fate be now—?
FURIA. [Whispers scornfully, unnoticed by AURELIA.] Ah, Catiline, Already wavering in your high resolve? Is this your death defiance?
CATILINE. [Flaring up.] No, by the gods!
AURELIA. [Comes nearer.] Oh, speak, beloved! Keep me in doubt no longer—
FURIA. [In an undertone behind him.] Flee with your wife—the while your comrades die!
MANLIUS. Tarry no longer; lead us out to battle—
CATILINE. Oh, what a choice! And yet,—here is no choice;— I must go on,—I dare not stop midway.